A silent gaze fills the dark skies above
Filled with silent cloud speaking to the soul below;
Eternal rest granted to those who live:
To those who walk, speak, see, and coherent,
Are not granted to her.
And so the wind will become colder and the gaze
Will die out, and the clouds will stop singing.
Eternal rest granted only to those who live:
to those who walk, speak, see, and coherent,
and not perhaps granted to the gaze existed
To look at the endless passing of clouds, singing.